Swimsuits are the Devil
I have many fine qualities. I’m smart, stubborn, a reasonably good writer, a person with a sense of humor, with kindness and compassion. But I’m also prone to staggering, crippling self-concsciousness, something that an entire lifetime of both dance and sports/physical activity seems not to have cured me of. Sure, I can be half or fully naked in a dressing room, a stage wing,...